Innocence
This tiny little eight year old girl with tears in her eyes
Mixed in with wars horrible swirl this little girl simply cries
Her whole entire family was killed seeing her mother murdered too
It is what these rebels willed it is what they are meant to do
Only her Great Aunt was left alive cradling her with each arm
How did they ever survive and escape such a rampaging harm
And now just sitting alone a reporter asked if she could speak
And in the softest tone she said words only spoken by the meek
Murdered for just their religious belief Our Lord protected her life
Oh but her enormous grief and there being so much war torn strife
So much pain on her tiny little face oh the pain that there must be
But she was filled with such a glorious Grace for her faith never did flee
As the reporter would soon say to your enemies what would you have said
Her hands drawn up to her face as her eyes begin to slightly close
She said, "Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us"
My heart began to break and my lips began to tremble
My soul now so awake as my own daughter she could resemble
Wiping the many tears away and falling down onto my knees
Oh how for her I did pray for God will always hear our pleas
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